Back to the Rain

I'm home. I have to say that on Friday, as I was walking the blistering hot streets of Playa del Carmen, I had a bit of longing for the rain and cool weather of home. I saw this little necklace and it just filled me with homesickness. I bought it to remind me of the cool wet days awaiting me.

But it's strange that it's SO wet and rainy on Easter Sunday. Everything feels off. I returned home so late last night, there wasn't time to get adjusted and plan an Easter meal. The girls are both off with friends, which is just as well. It gives me a long, lazy morning to play Easter Bunny (even though they are 11 and 15, they still want the time honored Easter egg hunt, so I'm hiding plastic eggs all over the house). I'm trying to decide whether or not to go to church this morning. Easter has long been my very favorite holiday and the only religious holiday that really has meaning for me. Suffering and rebirth. But the suitcases are unpacked, and I'm still in my pajamas, and it's raining, and I don't know if I'm going to actually make it in time.

I've missed blogging, a lot. So often during this week I've been composing imaginary blog posts in my head (is that weird?). I've missed reading other peoples' blogs. More about this later. It was good to be away, very restful, but also good to be back. I'm ready to re-enter life.